I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven. I'd be cast in sha
Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel. In the Broadway bridge. We're crawling on our knees. We've got flashlights and batteries. We've got cold cuts from the fridge. Last year about this time.
Dog eat dog. It's dog eat dog, I'm just waking up. The dove is in the dungeon. And the white-washed hawks pedal hate and call it love. Dog eat dog. Holy hope in the hands of. Snakebite evangelis
Tomorrow is Sunday. Now there's only one day left to go. Till you walk by. Below my window. The weekends drive me mad. Holidays are oh too sad. 'Cause you don't go. Below my window. No one kno
I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven. I'd be cast in sha
He came, she smiled. She thought she had him tamed. But he was just as wild. Eating from her hand at last Wild things run fast In the dark he could see. The trap that was lying. In her sweet comp
I picked the morning paper off the floor. It was full of other people's little wars. Wouldn't they like their peace. Don't we get bored And we call for the three great stimulants. Of the exhausted
Turning and turning. Within the widening gyre. The falcon cannot hear the falconer. Things fall apart. The center cannot hold. And a blood dimmed tide. Is loosed upon the world. . Nothing is s